Have you ever been there a lightning struck petal between the cross‑hairs It’s like being a long lost brother… to everyone Though the price is high and the visions haunting You are an adult at seven and you loose your toys and mother In an unclouded stairwell you witness your first birth And two doors down the death of a saint and soldier It’s a mad capped world in the desert You and your black horse The sun penetrates the ground beneath you But the heat has no mercy It raises sweat from your brow And tans your naked son There is beauty in the darkness And she brings salt for the palate and wind for the hair If there is not pain coming from your hunger Let there never be shame For hunger may never be satisfied And shame is at the edge of every step.